Scorch: A Soldiers of Fortune Romance (Military Bad Boy Romance) (15 page)

Fuck
. I needed him to say something crass in that moment. I needed him to
put out
the fire and the heat that's threatening to engulf me entirely. What I
don't need
is perfect, charming lines like that, because that's
certainly
not helping.

"Still think I'm the bad guy here?"

And for the first time in my life, I don't think, I just do.

I lean forward, and I kiss him.

His lips press hotly and hungrily against my own, and I moan into them as he kisses me deeply. His mouth tastes like tequila and the promise of breaking every rule I have. I’m falling; tumbling right over the precipice I've been tiptoeing the edge of for days now. His hand grabs my chin hard, steadying my fall but holding me to his lips so tightly as our tongues and our breaths exchange with the other.

Suddenly he's pulling back though. He's pushing me away, his eyes wild as he stares into my own as a shadow crosses his face; "Stop it."

I swallow heavily, trying to push down the lump of my heart in my throat as I gape at him; "
What?
"

Javier shakes his head and starts to stand, muttering and looking off down the dark beach.

"
Wha-"

"You don't want me, princess."

A flash of heat spreads across my face and my chest, threatening to tear me apart as the sudden mortifying feelings of shame and rejection wash over me.

"You
think
you do," He turns and his eyes bore right into mine; "But you really don-"

"
Fuck you
," I spit at him, feeling horrible and utterly embarrassed and flustered as I shake his hand off my arm and turn to run from him, from the fire, from whatever this almost was.

What the
hell
was I thinking?

No.

Nope, no fucking way is she getting away from me and this conversation that easily; not after all that. My hand jerks out and grabs her wrist, hard, before she can even make it two steps. I yank her back towards me.

"Oh,
what,
" She snaps sharply at me, rage stinging her face.

Hell hath no fury...

Stopping the kiss was bad, but fuck, she doesn't know what she's doing. She doesn't know
me
, because if she did, she'd have taken off running down that beach days ago.

"I'm trying to save you."

She barks out a sneering laugh; "I don’t need saving; not from
you
."

"Get close to me and you will," I growl.

Get close to me and I'll destroy you, even if I don't want to and even if I do everything on Earth to try and stop it.
It'll still happen, because that's just me and the fucked up reverse Midas touch that follows me. Good things wither and die around me, and something as bright and as pure as her doesn't stand a fucking chance.

"I'm a big girl."

"I'm a bad man."

My hand slides up her arm, and before I can stop myself, I’m snaking it around her waist, exploring the curve of her hip as I pull her closer. I want to push her away - I know I
should
push her away - but I can’t even begin to conceive of doing that right now. Not when she feels so fucking good under my touch.

"My job is to catch bad men and lock them up," She whispers quietly, her eyes still flashing heat and fire as she matches my own hot gaze with her own.

"That a fact, princess?" I move closer, pulling her against me; "You think you can catch me? Think you can put me anywhere I don’t want to go?" I growl, my jaw tightening.

"I always get what I go after.“

"Not me."

She's so close, and my pulse is roaring like a lion ready to pounce in for the kill. I'm such bad news for her, but if she says one more fucking word, I’m going to take her right here and right now. I'm going to claim her, make her mine, and have her screaming my name as she comes like it's the last name on Earth.

"I’m a bad, bad man, princess," I say with fire and danger on my breath.

"Oh yeah?" She swallows and looks at me defiantly; "
Prove it
." She whispers.

Don't say I didn't warn you
.

I yank her body against mine as my mouth crashes against hers, and I feel her absolutely melt into me.

She tastes like heaven and moves against me like original sin as her hands snake into my hair, pulling me into her. I push us backwards, pressing her against the side of the flat-top rock near the fire, pressing myself against every sweet delicious curve of her body.

Her hands slip down to my shirt, hastily, like she's desperate for it. She yanks at it, tearing it over my head as I let her go just enough to get the thing off my head before I'm crushing myself against her again. I'm pressing her hard against the rock at the small of her back before I slip my hand down to her ass. I grab her tightly, my strong hands gripping and kneading the supple flesh there as I lift her up and into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist as I push her up and back onto the flat top of the rock.

My cock is rock hard in my pants and straining for release. But I know what I need first; I know what I've been craving and dying for since the second I saw her in that bikini down by the pool.

I push her back down onto the rock, and she's gasping as I break our kiss. But my hands are yanking the button and the zipper of her cutoffs down, and she whimpers as I grab them and tear them down and off her perfect legs right along with her panties.

She blushes and moves to curl her legs beneath herself, but I grab her thighs tightly in my hands as my eyes drag up her body to her eyes.

"Show me," I growl, and I see her face flush with desire as she slowly nods, biting her lip so coyly as she lets me pull her legs apart.

I want to take my time, and I want to worship her there like she deserves. But a starving man is a man with hunger that needs to be satiated, and I attack her with my mouth and my tongue like I'll die without her perfect, sweet pussy.

She's like honey and gold on my tongue, and she cries out as I drag my tongue through her lips, slipping it up to circle and tease at her clit. I push my tongue deep into her opening as my hands grab her ass, pulling her to my mouth as she moans loudly and slowly begins to go to pieces.
 

I'm so fucking hard that I shove my shorts down and wrap my hand around my thickness, stroking myself as I taste her. It's like heaven, tasting this angel of a creature as I slide my fist up and down the length of my cock and moan into her pussy. I could come just like this; just from licking her honey and stroking my cock.

"Hey-"
She moans, biting her lip as she looks down to see what I’m doing; "That's mine."

And then before I know what she's doing, she’s spinning around and hanging her head off the edge of the rock towards me. She ducks her head down between my legs and as I stare bug-eyed like some kind of idiot, she wraps those perfect bee-sting lips around my cock and sucks me into her mouth.

Holy fuck.

I growl as I dive back in, yanking her tank top up and spilling her breasts. I’m teasing her nipples with one hand while I push her thighs apart with the other and bring my mouth back to her slit. Her hands are on my ass, pulling me towards her, pulling me in and out of her lips and making me fuck that mouth like I’ve been dying do. Her fingers are on my balls, coaxing, teasing me, and I can feel her trembling beneath me as I hungrily suck and lick at her pussy. She’s whimpering around my thickness, and when I suck her clit between my lips, she erupts like a volcano beneath me. The vibrations of her moans are more than I can take, and I groan as I explode into her needy mouth as she swallows every drop.

She still shuddering as I stagger back from her, but then I'm turning her around and bringing her back up as I move against her, kissing her neck and feeling her clutch at me. She's moaning as my mouth finds her collarbone and the sweet spot where her delicate neck meets her shoulders, and I'm still hard.

I'm still hard, and I still want so much more from this angel.

I turn and grab my shorts from the ground, rummaging through the pockets until I come out with a foil packet.

Chelsea starts to giggle; her cheeks flushed red and her eyes sparkling as she brings a hand to her mouth; "Did you
buy
condoms?"

I grin and just wink at her.

"You arrogant prick."

"You uptight little tease."

But her fingers are eager as she helps me roll the thing down over my cock, and she's clutching at my hips and pulling me close as I slide the head between her lips.

"Fuck me," she groans into my ear; "Fuck me hard."

I sink into her in one perfect stroke, and I could die in that moment. She’s impossibly tight, and she’s writhes like liquid gold around me as I bury myself inside of her.

We move together fast and hungrily, undulating as one like the crashing of the waves against the sand behind us. And every fear and uncertainty and doubt and battle and knock-down I've ever fucking had just washes out to sea when her lips seal on mine.

Her legs around my hips and her arms around my neck bring me closer and closer, urging me on and urging me to fill her entirely. Her head throws back as my lips and my teeth find her neck, and we explode together like a bomb, there on the beach under the island moon.

Comfortable
.

It's the only thought I have to describe the feeling I have upon waking. There are waves crashing quietly in the background, the tiniest sliver of wind teasing my hair across my face, and the strong, muscular chest of the man who absolutely rocked my world beneath my cheek as sleep slowly fades into a memory.